Agents of The Bureau

Case No.1

Case File: Intel Gathering at a Respectable Gala

Location: Paris, France

Agents on Case: Mikennah Black, Amanda Matthews

Status: Alive

Mikenna's Report:

Mission Success, Partner.. Not so much. Please assign me someone else, anyone else i'll even take the hot pocket. Like oh, my god. I'm in my GORGEOUS blue and black dress, and she comes in with a sparkly yellow dress that was totally not her color. And our job is you know gathering information, without blowing cover. So I'M LIKE, Yo! Everyone here seems to be uping that champagne and I wanna get on bored, truly blending in. And my goodie goodie partner was all like:

Bruh no. You can't. Its likely poisoned you idiot.

And then me being like: THEY BE DRINKING IT MATE! And they were, so it has to be safe right. So, I go for the champagne, and she's being a WALLFLOWER. IN A GALA! THAT'S SO NOT RIGHT. So I'm lowkey enjoying myself waltzing horribly around the ballroom, with our target asking him some nice questions. And unlike my partner I will do anything for The Bureau. So, what The Bureau neglected to inform us was that the intel we were supposed to be getting was about a slave auction, and we weren't supposed to act on it... but you know.. We did. I jumped in doing something impossibly stupid.

"Well, Lord Raphael. I'm positively bored, isn't there something else we could do?" And skipping through that dreadful conversation GUESS WHO GETS KIDNAPPED AND PUT ON THE AUCTION BLOCK! Meeeeeeeeeeee. I totally didn't need saving, I had it 100% under control, but my prissy princess, pipe doll, logical, cheerful, motormouth partner, Amanda thought she needed to be the hero, like i was some damsel in distress. Uh-Uh honey, that's not my role. She came in and she bought me, cause apparently a credit card works in an underground slave auction. It's one heck of a miracle that she didn't blow our cover with that, however once out we called the cops and the mission was somehow.

Successful.

In Summary: GIVE ME ANOTHER PARTNER!
(Or not one at all)

Mikennah Out.

Amanda's Report:

Well, our mission was not as successful as I would have liked. Sure, the bad guys went to prison and we survived the evening mostly intact and with minimal scarring. But it certainly didn't go as intended or was anything like the briefing said it was supposed to be.

In order to blend in at a high society gala in the capital of fashion itself, I payed a visit to one of The Bureau's "fashion advisors", aka their cover and clothing creators, and was provided with a classy gown and secure false identity. I can't say the same for my... less than wise partner, she decided on wearing a slightly tacky blue and black pixie dress, not my style.

We might have recovered from that and managed to continue on, and we did, even after she drank the champagne. Which may or may not have been poisoned. I do not believe she has ever seen that one episode of The Flash where the Tricksters poisoned all the guests' glasses. Otherwise she undoubtedly would have known better. It most assuredly went downhill from there.

I do not know how she managed to dance with Lord Raphael, as the man was quite... handsy. I attempted to begin extracting what we needed from him while Agent Black was distracted by the alcohol, but unfortunately could not make it through more than one distinctly clumsy waltz around the room. He was very much incapable of keeping his hands to himself and I do not believe he was accustomed to being told no. It was difficult to move away and regroup with my partner to discuss a strategy, though I did manage with much difficulty.

Which was when I discovered Agent Black's unfortunate affinity for potentially hazardous beverages.

She did dance with him for multiple dances, and I kept a close eye on their progress around the room from a safe place against the wall. Whatever she said, it was convincing, at least for a little while. She certainly seemed to be enjoying herself. Though all of a sudden, they were over by one of the entrances and vanished into a crowd of guests that seemed to appear from nowhere. When they didn't reappear as the group dispersed, almost as if on cue, I grew suspicious and moved to investigate. I arrived in the doorway in time to see Agent Black being forcefully dragged down an unlit corridor.

I must give credit where credit is due, she certainly put up a fight, or must have, because there were roughly half a dozen men trying to keep ahold of her. They were definitely having difficulty too.

I followed with a great deal of stealth and discovered just what we were gathering intel on, as Agent Black was taken to a room and placed on a slightly raised stage in line with a dozen others, men and women both. A large number of people were grouped in front of it, all dressed like they'd come from the gala, and it was fairly simple to slip into their number and pretend I was supposed to be there.

When the bidding started, an idea dawned on me and I waited patiently, biding my time until Agent Black was the only one left on stage yet to be sold.

Considering the little time and lack of resources, I would call it a fairly brilliant plan for what I had on hand. When the time came for me to provide the funds I'd offered up to "purchase" Agent Black, the credit card assigned to my cover worked and my false identity held up under their scrutiny. I walked out with Agent Black easily and we exited the building as quickly as possible.

Thankfully we didn't have to go far before we came across a telephone booth, and proceeded to call the police.

While it was against our orders, I was under the impression that we were gathering intel for an upcoming event, not an auction occurring that very evening. We saved those people from unsavory fates.

I stand by our decision to disobey orders, even if it costs me my only recently received badge.

Matthews over.